What a huge steaming pile of turd. On paper, this team shouldn't be bad. On the field, it's the worst Saints side I've watched in more than 30 years. There is not a brain cell on that field.
Widnes right winger running on one leg opposite our two fastest and most evasive runners? Fantastic, let's consistently put it to our right!
Got the ball on the 4th tackle in the Widnes 10 metre area and it's short-handed out wide? Great. Turn it back inside to some donkey forward to get tackled pointlessly.
Swift picked up the ball on the run from a Widnes kick through with plenty of room to go to ground? Marvellous, put the brakes on, stop dead in your tracks, and let yourself be tackled over the line to allow the winning try.
Got Widnes pinned in their territory? Super. Give away a stupid, stupid @*#$ING STUPID penalty agin. And again. And again. And again.
Got an attacking move? Wonderful. Don't do it until it's the very last minute and we're losing, and then do it badly.
We sacked the coach. Maybe we should sack the team too.
Jesus wept, but that was bad. I understand why Bailey hasn't played for 2 years. I understand why Fleming isn't given many runs. The admiration of some of my fellow fans for pointless one-dimensional meat shields like Richards, Thompson and Knowles continues to escape me.
Matty Smith was supposed to be our brain. He's supposed to be our organiser. There was absolutely no organisation out there. None. I can't have been the only fan screaming in despair as he passed it right once again, or gave it to another dead-ball forward once again, over and over and over as we headed for an inevitable Widnes winning score, and then afterwards.
What a pile of cr@p. Seriously. Enough to make me revise my view of Cunningham's failings. Maybe he was just getting the best out of a sh!te squad.
We are currently extremely likely to finish in the bottom four. On that evidence tonight, we deserve to be relegated.